52/103-104-105: Nighty Might

Losing track again on balmy days that rush and yet mope, and feeling like something a self-respecting cat would drag out and bury. I made a dinner Wednesday night that set off the smoke alarm, and don't even remember what dinners were the other nights. Repeatedly, lying in bed newly wakened, perhaps in the dark, having no clue when or where I am, yet feeling as though I have the answer to every question in my grasp, until I try to articulate them.

Then I remember who I am and promptly forget everything else. Why does my brain cling to only the dullest stuff? Maybe only the dullest stuff is real and the rest is just wishful dreams. In any case, whatever it is I look forward to having more of it after I sleep. Which I will do right now. Might be back in another three days. Or might learn to dance. Might as well.